•This story takes scenes from the Harry Potter series. I want to make it clear that I don't own those scenes. That's owned by
J.K. Rowling. Thank you•

~Scarlett~

I let out a sigh as I took in the sight of the common room. Red and gold banners were half strung up and half fallen to the ground. Streamers littered the room from the floor to the ceiling. Empty bottles of Firewhiskey were scattered, and some with the rest of it in a puddle next to it.

The room looked awful and was not a pretty sight to wake up too.

"Reckon we've missed breakfast?" A voice asked across the room. Looking up I spotted Harry leaning against the stairs that I had just appeared from.

"Probably, but we can just go to the kitchen," I shrugged. It was a Sunday so it's not like we'd be missing any classes.

"Yeah and that way I don't have to see other people," Harry huffed, walking over to me. "You're not mad at me, are you?"

"No of course not. You'd be insane to have put your name in the goblet," I denied, leading the way out of the common room.

"Ron disagrees," Harry muttered under his breath, running to catch up with me. He fell in step with me, slowly making our way down to the kitchens and avoiding people as best as we could.

"Well don't listen to Ron." I awkwardly waved at a first year Slytherin that was watching us. "He's just jealous anyway."

"But I don't understand why! I don't want to be doing this!" He ran a hand through his messy hair. "I don't have a death wish!"

I shrugged, not really sure what to say.

"You're usually pretty good at this, Scar," Harry huffed. "Give me your wise words."

"Honestly I could use a bit of wise words myself..."

Harry frowned at me, observing my face as if it would tell him what to do when comforting an older girl.

"Have you tried writing to your mum?" He questioned.

I scowled immediately. I had tried. So many times. But every time I sent a letter filled with pleads for advise on what to do, or just a rant of how bad this year's gone so far, I just get it sent back to me.

"Yeah but she never responds."

Harry raised an eyebrow at me. "Really? Both your mum and dad have sent me a ton of letters."

That just made me even more angry. Who does that?! I've cried at night because of how bad I ache to be in my mother's arms, her warm hands running through my hair, hearing her soothing words, and tasting her comforting tea.

I could only assume Harry's gotten as many letters from them that I've sent to Mum.

"Whatever," I sighed. "Just please let me know if she mentions me at all."

"Yeah I'll let you know."

So that means she hasn't asked yet.

Two months at Hogwarts and she's not at all concerned about her daughter?

I angrily tickled the pear in the portrait, which squirmed uncomfortably before swinging open. We stepped inside, immediately being greeted by a dozen house elfs.

"Mr. Potter, Ms. Bennet, what can Dopey get for you?" A small, scrawny house elf asked, looking up at us with big round eyes.

"We'll just take some pancakes and bacon, please." I led Harry over to a small table, smiling at the house elf as I went.

The house elf rushed off to get what I asked and was back within a minute with two full plates. He had put at least half a dozen pancakes on a stack, surrounding it with bacon and practically drowning it all with syrup. We thanked him before digging into the deliciousness, too hungry to make conversation.

After finishing the last of our food and wiping our mouths with napkins, we leaned back in our chairs to talk. Not wanting to leave the one place where we were unlikely to be bothered.

"This year has been so exhausting so far," I grumbled, running my hands over my face.

"No kidding," Harry agreed, playing with his wand as tiny red sparks flew out of it, creating what looked like a fireworks show.

"It's like the world's against us." I paused for a second, watching Harry's fireworks. "You're constantly having near death experiences, and I'm over here getting my heart torn out from my chest."

"And somehow yours sounds worse," Harry sympathized.

I didn't respond to that. Someone who's been close to death so many times admitting that the heartbreak I'm going though sounds worse than death. Definitely something to think on.

We hear the portrait door open and none other than Fred Weasley steps in. The world truly is against me.

He looks up and I almost gasp at his appearance. He looks miserable. His eyes are red and puffy, his cheeks are stained with tears, and his red hair has strands poking out in every direction.

We locked eyes for a split second before he started stumbling on his words. "Oh, um, sorry, I didn't think anyone else, I didn't think anyone would be in here. Um, sorry."

He quickly left, going back out through the portrait. My heart ached, not just from my heartbreak, but because I knew him and I knew he was hurting from something as well.

Harry didn't seem to have seen this and was immediately filled with rage at the sight of him. He slipped out of his chair and stomped off through the portrait after Fred.

"Harry!" I called after him pleadingly, running to catch up.

When I finally caught up I saw Harry had gotten to Fred and had him pushed against the wall, growling threats.

"I don't know what is wrong with you but I swear to god if you so much as spare a glance at my sister again I'll beat the hell out of you."

Fred seemed completely shocked as he stared down at the smaller boy.

"Merlin! Harry let go of him!" I cried out.

"He hurt you!" Harry argued, turning to look at me but not at all taking his grip off of Fred. "He broke your heart and he needs to know that!"

"You think I don't bloody know that?!" Fred interrupted, he was able to fight through Harry's hold on him and shoved him off. "She was my best friend Harry! I know what I did to her! I'm sorry that this is how it turned out!"

Without a second glance he turned and walked swiftly down the hall.

I could feel a lump growing in my throat, but I didn't want to cry now. I was tired of crying. That's all I seemed to do now and I was sick and tired of it.

"Scarl–"

"No, it's okay." I paused. "I think I'm gonna go back to my room."

I started walking off in a different direction than Fred, taking the longer way back to the Common Room. But I eventually made it back and into the empty dormitory.

I sat down at the desk, pulling out a roll of parchment, a bottle of ink, and one of my only quills.

Dear Mom,
Please, god please, just respond.
I need you. More than anything. I need you to hold me in your arms and rock me like a bloody baby because I can't do this!
It hurts. Heartbreak hurts and all I want is my mother, who'll respond to her newly found godson but not her daughter, who she's raised from the start.
Is it something I did?
Are you mad at me?
Please....just respond.
Sincerely, Scarlett

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......Merry Christmas?
This is a shorter chapter, but I'm just glad I updated.
A small self promo, I made a Twitter account if anyone's interested. It's WeasleyGirl04 and I'm using it to keep y'all updated and just to state random midnight thoughts.
I don't have a lot to say, but happy holidays everyone! I love you all!
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